Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.